It's Not The End Yet

You know what started to end soon?

The end which was itself a full moon.

We forgot that the coming fortnight 

Needs another new moon.

We forgot what's now a silver

Would for once become 

Our golden noon.

You judged it too early,

I interpreted too late.

We often talked about 

What more we need to prune.

We never sat with the songs

That allowed us to croon.

We thought we're heading fast

But we didn't even pass the June.

We had too much patience

To see all the withering dune.

But I see a mirage at the end

I see us having water full of spoon.

Let's keep walking into its weather

To find the right winds 

Taking us to our beloved half moon.